100 lyrics for "I'm the man, I'm the man"

It's because of me She was right next door and I'm such a strong persuader That she was just another notch on my guitar She's gonna lose the man that really loves her In the silence I can hear their breaking hearts I can hear the couple fighting right
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Ey man, if you got a problem with somebody Whatever happened to approaching them? Looking at em eye to eye Too much tweefin' going on in this world Thumb thuggin' is at an all-time high They startin' to take this shit a lil too far Jack Rappers all in
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And his daring life of crime Made him a legend in his time Well he never traveled heavy Yes he always rode alone And he soon put many older guns to shame And he never had a sweetheart From a town known as Wheeling, West Virginia Rode a boy with a six gun
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Have you ever loved a woman So much you tremble in pain? So much it's a shame and a sin. And you know you can't leave her alone? And all the time you know She bears another man's name. But you just love that woman You just love that woman But all the
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A solitary man I'll be what I am Don't know that I will but until I can find me Solitary man Belinda was mine 'til the time that I found her Holdin' Jim And lovin' him Then Sue came along, loved me strong, that's what I thought Me and Sue,
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Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die I met her accidentally in St. Paul,
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Woohoo woohoo woo How many times can we put ourselves through this war Like all the lovers that have been here before? How many times can we watch this fade into nothing? No nothing, no nothing at all I could be anyone, anyone As long as you got every
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My love (so don't give away) Ain't another woman that could take your spot Because, I can see us holding hands Walking on the beach our toes in the sand I can see us on the country side Sitting in the grass laying side by side You can be my baby Let me
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Baseball cap and flannel arms Dancing with a voodoo doll Sweat rolls down the old guitar Seeing things the way they are A crooked look lay on his brow Beside a wisecrack whiskey mouth Tip up the bottle and pour him out Here he is again
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